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Previously on "Roswell New Mexico..."

Patricia and Nora were
working on a machine together,

till they were caught by some
creepy doctor named Lockhart.

You've been jumping into
clones' bodies to stay alive.

Until your mother's triad
slaughtered all of them

destroyed the science.
I needed to generate more.

If Jones is convinced that this equation

is the key to his salvation,

then maybe it's just what we need

to destroy him.

(SWORD STRIKES POD)

(SIZZLING)

(DISTORTED, ECHOING YELL)

JONES: As the lead
geneticist in Los Alamos

for 27 years, I understood you to be

one of the brightest minds
in your field.

It's not for lack of trying, Mr. Jones.

I filled in what I could,

but it's beyond me.

It is so troublesome when the spark...

of ingenuity slips away.

(CRACKLING)

(MUFFLED GRUNTING)

It seems we need to find
ourselves a smarter genius,

huh, buddy?

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♪ You can run, you can hide... ♪

(MICHAEL GROANS)

What's with the tarps, Ortecho?

Yearly fumigating. Where's Max?

Well, apparently almost dying

and then swapping bodies
with an evil dictator

sort of takes it out of a guy...
He's been asleep for two days.

Tell me you've at least taken a nap

since removing him from the pod.

After considerable microscope time,

I have come to a conclusion.

The telomeres in Jones's DNA...

The thing that geneticists use
to measure life expectancy...

Are disintegrating at a rapid rate.

Making Max Jones's safe haven from death

- even more implicit.
- LIZ: But...

if we can swap them
into their rightful bodies

and sever the psychic tether
between them,

we can both save Max
and be free to kill Jones.

Is that something we can do?

Theoretically, yes.

If I could create

a way to fill in those receptors

once the bond is broken, then
I could essentially seal them

from an attack from Jones's cells.

I'm gonna take
Alien Complications for 200.

Wouldn't Jones also want
to sever the connection?

Yeah. And I'm certain he is trying
to find a way to fill in

the gaps in the science that he
got a peek of from Theo's mind.

(SIGHS)

Whoever gets the science first

controls whose body Max stays in.

Me and Alex are trying to get

the Lockhart machine to work properly

so we can retrieve the rest
of Theo's equation.

That would totally give us
the advantage.

And then I'd still have
to just actualize it.

Please tell me this is the part

where that classic
Liz Ortecho moxie kicks in.

If you mean that I illegally hid
a copy of my research in L.A.

from Genoryx before they could
sell it to a skin care company

so that I could get a head start
on mending Max,

then yes, we are squarely
in classic Liz territory.

Alien Complications for 400.

Go.

You still need to invent
the science, don't you?

Yes.

And, um...

I feel my best chance of doing that

would be with the person that
I broke the initial boundaries

of these theories with...
My former lab partner, Heath.

You're talking about bringing in
the guy you got under

in order to get over Max
in on our secret?

Heath was more than a booty call.

And because of his
out-of-the-box thinking,

I got Noah's burnt spores,

and they are currently being
cultivated into alien stem cells

as we speak.

Look, considering there's
a clock on Max's life,

I cannot think of a better person

who would help make those seconds count.

Okay, I'm gonna close out
the Alien Complications category

and wager that Heath

isn't gonna call you back,

since he drove you back
here and you told him

to go chase Dr. Holden,
who doesn't exist.

So now you just need to convince someone

who's not taking your calls

to rejoin Team Liz,
and then convince Max

that his fear of outsiders and science,

all wrapped up in what I'm assuming

is a rather handsome romantic rival,

is the best option on the table.

Hey. Did I sleep through
the plan to save my life?

There seems to be no lasting
effects from the paralytic

you were injected with
outside that cop's home.

But... we're still looking
for clues to identify it

and where your adverse reaction
to it came from.

Physician to physician,
I could be helpful here.

I suggest you have your team relook

at the endoplasmic reticulum
for traces of the paralytic.

But you're not a physician
in these walls.

- You're a patient.
- (DOOR OPENS)

I'll take it from here, Darby.

Thank you.

Clearly, your stubbornness shows

your strength has returned.

I'm thankful for the care,

- but I should really...
- You want to learn

who attacked you.

Kyle, what you should do
is leave this research to us.

You don't have the expertise to
do this kind of off-book work.

I literally hijacked an operating room

to bring an alien back to life.

I've stolen bodies,

did an alien autopsy,
had a radio talk back to me.

No one is more qualified in
top secret ET shenanigans

than me.

There is so much of Jim in you.

Then that should be reason enough

for you to let me help you pursue this.

No. I opened this door to my brother
and I got him killed,

and I will not do the same to you.

Hey.

You don't get to say something like that

and just walk away.

You better add a little context
to that sentence.

(SIGHS)

- You're here.
- I'm here.

You know, I've been thinking
a lot about the clues

we found out in the mindscape.

- Excuse me.
- Can we maybe think about them

after breakfast?

Yes. Beeblebrox burritos.

Maria and I haven't had a chance

to talk about what she saw
in Patricia's memories.

Well, amidst a eugenics nightmare,
we discovered

that her grandmother and Michael's mom

were secretly building a machine

to contact an alien here in Roswell.

Okay, but where is this alien hiding?

Between Tripp's journal
and a chat with Alex,

they all made it into the prison.

Well, clearly not all.
There were you three,

Noah. Maybe some are still in a pod?

Or, like myself... And I can't believe

that I'm about to say this...
They hatched.

In which case,
they would come out kind of...

- Speechless, confused, lost.
- Yeah.

When police find my mom wandering,

they first file a police report...

Which is why I brought Max's
computer and sheriff's codes.

All we have to do
is search police records

for a case that matches
that description,

compile a suspect list,
and then investigate from there.

Yeah, but that could be a
huge list spanning decades.

Hence the "butter-me-up" burritos.

(PHONE BUZZING)

Hello?

How's the office, honey?

I'm a little distracted
with these dials.

Working theory is a take on the
Vigenère cipher with a twist.

Mm.

Well, you know I love it
when you talk code-y to me.

I'm calling because I want
to make sure that you're

being careful with the brain melter.

Yes. And I'm eating my Wheaties.

Yeah, Manes, not funny.

Look, first day back,
Eduardo did a full workup

before and after handling the device.

Although we don't know why,

the machine seems to boost
dopamine levels, which produces

hallucinations and auditory misnomers,

which I posit is why that anybody

who's working closely with it

feels like the machine's
talking to them.

So I'm working on it
in 15-minute increments

- every six hours.
- Promise me you won't take

extra credit with the alien phone.

'Cause I know you've been working late.

I dropped off the Crashdown's
new grilled Hamdalorian

and cheese sammies; Respectfully left it

inside the door so the coyotes
wouldn't snag 'em.

Thank you very much, Guerin.

All right, okay, okay, okay.
I actually called

because I'm working with the turquoise

and oscillating currents
flowing through it.

I think I have a theory
on how the machine is sealed

and how maybe alien tech and frequency

could open it so we could fix it.

- (BEEPING)
- Well,

that's our show, kids.

End of my safety window.

Yeah. Okay, have fun,
don't lose track of time.

I am not going to forget
our very first real,

in-public date.

I promise.

Goodbye.

(BEEPING)

If you're seeing me, you must be close

to understanding the machine I built.

So what's another 15 minutes gonna hurt

to find out if you're right?

How long do you think this
is gonna take? You know...

I got to save your life.

I get the feeling you're mocking

my old-school sense of chivalry.

No, I was... I was thinking
about when I was planning

a road trip senior year, and you
first invited yourself along

with the promise
of changing all the tires.

13 years later, here we are.

I believe the goal

was... ocean,

not alien spores

- and DNA research.
- Well,

you know, if I'd had more time,

I would have grabbed
the mix I made back then.

I bet backwards-baseball-cap
you had a song for everything.

State lines,

sunsets...

Did you have
a "make your move on me" track?

You did.

Ho-ho-ho!

That's very smooth.

(CHUCKLES)

All right, what was the opening track?

Fastball, "The Way."

That's very bold. Respect.

(CHUCKLES)

All right,

I'll crank up this song.

You get us back on the road.

(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING)

♪ Heavy loads ♪

♪ Dirty roads and a lot of pain ♪

♪ Takes a toll on your soul ♪

(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING)

♪ Make you go insane ♪

(HAND PLOPS ONTO OBJECT)

♪ I think I'd better make a change... ♪

(SIGHS, HUFFS)

Yes?

You know, given that we
are trying to catch a killer,

save my brother
and potentially a planet,

I was hoping for a little less flirting

and a little more filing.

Your singular focus really worries me.

Okay, look, I get that,
uh, cheating death

made you want to embrace life.

It's just that, uh,
maybe we could push it

until after we have beaten
Jones to the science.

Besides, it's not like
some hot opportunity

is gonna walk through that door
and ask me out on a date.

(CHUCKLES)

MARIA: (MOCK GASP) Oh,

look who just walked through the door...

It's the woman I saw you canoodling with

when we took down Jordan
Bernhardt in this very bar.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I'm doing a story on the recent murders.

Sussing out if the crime at
Max's that put you in a coma

and the church fire are connected

to the Roswell Regiment attacks.

- Interesting.
- Hmm.

- Isobel would like to do an interview.
- Mm.

Uh, normally, yes, uh, I would,

but it's just right now
is not a great time for...

Deep Throat.

(CHUCKLES): Because my throat is busy.

Talking, I mean.

Why don't I just let you know
if I think of anything?

MARIA: But thank you for stopping by.

Maybe...

we can grab drinks together?

Oh.

(LAUGHS)

So why would you shut

that beautiful, soulful

"maybe we could grab drinks
together" woman down?

Uh, beyond the fact that she
investigates lies for a living

and I literally live one?

GREGORY: For what it's worth,

she did come in here

- asking about you the other night, Iz.
- (GASPS)

Okay.

Anatsa and I may have had
a few cocktails, and then...

a proposition might have been...

propositioned.

And then it is possible

that I chickened out
and mindscaped a naval officer

to steal his waiting Lyft.

You bourbon'd and bolted?

Sipped and snuck?

Highballed it and hightailed it.

Okay, you're both very clever,
but dating is on hold right now.

We need to focus
on preventing more murders,

including our own.

What about this one:
"Child who couldn't speak."

The name's redacted, but...

he was found drowning
in Mesa Pines Lake.

They assumed his parents
drowned as well, but the bodies

- were never discovered.
- Look at that date.

That's the day Louise died.

Meaning that's the day
your pods opened up.

Same day, same afflictions
as Max, Michael and I.

It's worth a look.

If I have activated some sort
of holographic interface,

maybe a little guidance would be good.

I mean, do I start on the dials?

Do I move to the internal tech?

Perhaps your failure
is because you're not meant

to touch things from another world.

(CHUCKLES)

Wow.

(TAKES DEEP BREATH)

Oh, you aren't a talking
memory from a machine,

you're a manifestation of my own mind.

Took you long enough to get there.

All right, well, when
my own hallucination

starts to insult me,

I think it's time to step away

from the dangerous alien machine.

Fair enough.

Let me ask you this.

Why did you hold back intel
from Michael about the machine?

I didn't. I-I told him it
incited a neurological response.

But you left out that others
have found themselves

so deeply tangled in
their own manifestations

that harm came to them.

One walked into the Rio Grande. Drowned.

Another stepped into traffic.

What will this machine do
to make you lose your way?

I won't...

I won't lose my way.

Michael is my focus,
and remembering that

will keep me from any undoing.

I'd argue that your feelings
for him will be your undoing.

You could have conjured anyone,

Airman... you chose me.

I think it's because
I represent the pain

that has always existed
between our two families.

Or maybe I just represent

who you really think
you're fighting with

when it comes to this device.

Well, they're no Shatner Shakes,

but these were on our list
of road trip stops.

Bathroom breakin' anyway...

Figured what's the harm.
Okay, we got to pause

on the cathartic
high school wistfulness.

We are on a cannonball run
to get some spores

to make some science
that might save a planet

from a megalomaniac ruler,
but at the very least

- it'll save you.
- Right.

I am trying to embrace that.

Hey, I made that, um,
mixed tape back in high school,

to slip into all the discussions
I wanted to have with you.

But we're not kids anymore,

so I just got to say the hard things

and let the chips fall where they may.

What are you trying to say?

You know I burned down your lab,

but before I did...

I saved your tapes.

You kept my tapes?

Yeah. And I knew
how much they meant to you,

and that they were irreplaceable, so...

I buried them outside my house.

You let me believe
that they were lost forever?

Right. And I always intended for them
to go back to you after I died.

But I...

I was a coward back then.

I want to do what you're doing,

walk forward and not back.

So what now?

Now it's my turn to drive.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

Maybe it's because
I just came out of a coma,

but you got to appreciate
the majesty of nature.

You know, unless the "majesty of nature"

is also committing murders,

I think we have bigger fish to fry.

Listen, Jones mentioned
that the ship was breaking apart

as it was plummeting towards the Earth.

Our dad instilled in us

the altitude trajectory
and flight coordinates

of the '47 shipwreck.

Well, this camp was right on the path,

so you could be onto something.

Well, before we commit a felony,

I just want a little more proof that

this is where we should be hunting

for our little green man.

Yeah, and short of finding
a little green man,

I mean, how are we gonna get that?

(CRACKLING)

(ISOBEL GRUNTING)

(MARIA GASPS)

Watsons...

it's time to Sherlock ourselves

the whereabouts of an alien.

You know what this is?

It's a shelter for undocumented.

Your father and I used to hide out here.

Away from Manes.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Have a drink...

or six.

This is distilled in a small town

where our family is from.

Careyes.

These lines mark important dates

in mine and Jim's lives.

The day Jim got engaged.

(CHUCKLES)

The day Rosa was born.

Uh...

day I became the head of Deep Sky.

Yeah, I appreciate the nostalgia,

but what did you mean when
you said you killed my father?

Whereas I "died"

and the Deep Sky version of me was born,

your father,

well, he chose to die a little
every day.

He was a double agent at Caulfield.

All the while

clandestinely passing
information to Deep Sky

in the hopes of undermining Jesse Manes

and Project Shepherd.

Till Manes got revenge
and threw him in a cell

with a broken alien.

It was in retaliation

for Jim getting me the Lockhart machine.

You can't blame yourself for
everything Jesse Manes did.

Your father became obsessed

in his mission to help the aliens.

But in his singular focus,
his personal life unraveled.

He developed what he called "the code."

Altruistic in its conception,

it became something he hid behind

to justify his actions.

Alex has told me

that you live your life
following that same code.

I am here to tell you
that you are chasing

the shadow of a man
who was beyond fallible.

That is the last line of this bottle.

A promise that I made Jim
that I would keep you away

from this life and all of the
consequences that come with it.

NORA: Can't crack this girl open

any further, huh?

You ready to admit

what you really think
the problem is yet?

We could take this machine to Michael.

He's an alien. It's an alien machine.

Why not do what seems obvious?

Because I would never
let Guerin get hurt

by something that you built.

He put you on a pedestal, and I doubt

that he wants to be held by the guy

who takes you off of it.

How about you trade
the alien tech for the path

you've had some success with last week?

Using your internal camera

to see what makes the machine tick

or not tick.

(CLEARS THROAT)

What's that, Airman?

Looks like you finally found proof

of what you haven't been willing
to admit this whole time.

You and Michael,

you're still caught
in your father's shadow.

ISOBEL: Please tell me that,

between the googly eyes

you're giving my great-great-grandniece,

that you have found something.

I found some info

that would add context
to the police report.

(EXHALES): Oh, thank God.

Uh, social services was overwhelmed,

so the Christian camp owners volunteered

to keep him here for the summer.

They kept this journal...

to check on his progress.

- They called him Johnny Doe.
- Right. Of course.

Because why give him a name
that we could actually track

when they could just give him
something cutesy?

Well, the kid didn't talk for a week,

and then, all of a sudden,

he spoke as if he learned
the entire language.

And those photos, I found in the office.

Yeah, if-if you look at them,

apparently Johnny Doe came
to this camp every summer.

There's a photo in there of a friend.

And there's some more photos I found

of the two of them playing

in a cabin that we were searching.

Does said friend have a name?

Nickname. Buckskin.

It's a big camp.
We're gonna keep on searching.

It's a ma-and-pa place,
so they didn't exactly

keep a lot of records.

- Yeah.
- GREGORY: All right, well,

if we're all-nightering it,
I'm gonna make

some old-fashioneds
from that bottle of bourbon

- I found in the confiscated box.
- Mm.

Okay.

I'm gonna go upstairs,

see if I can find any clues
in the rooms.

Why don't you take a break?

Maybe it'll add some perspective.

I don't have time, for perspective.

I am not going to let Jones win.

I'm not going to let
an evil alien dickwad

take anything else from us.

This evil alien dickwad

is taking something from me right now.

This is a battle, not a war,

and we're not gonna make it
to the end of this

if we don't remember
what we're fighting for.

I am fighting for the people I love.

What do you want for yourself?

Or have you been
in survival mode for so long

that you don't even know what that is?

- (DOOR OPENS)
- (SCOFFS)

Taking mine to go, Manes.

(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING)

(KNOCKING)

MICHAEL (CALLING):
This isn't a violation of trust.

I'm breaking and entering
out of concern for you.

(TAKES DEEP BREATH)

Is Iz okay?

(SIGHS): Yeah.

You know, I always wanted a sister,

and... I got one.

(CHUCKLES)

We had a little... sister fight.

- But...
- Mm.

Thing is, it's kind of nice
to have a sister fight.

It's nice to have s'mores.

Live.

That's... that's what I see
when I look back

into my family's memories.

They found that.

I don't know.

Maybe I'm a little tipsy.

I'm just...

really, really glad I'm not dead.

I'm really glad you're not dead, too.

♪ Huh! ♪

♪ Feelin' brand-new ♪

♪ I came back just to let you know ♪

♪ Got a sweet surprise for you ♪

♪ We got all the feels tonight ♪

♪ And right now I'm feeling brand-new ♪

♪ Thought that I was out of sight ♪

♪ But you ain't seen nothing yet ♪

♪ 'Cause I got all the feels tonight ♪

♪ Got something you won't forget. ♪

- (DOOR CLOSES)
- (SIGHS HEAVILY)

So, did you hate furniture?

Is that your research?

Not quite.

(LAUGHS)

His name's Enrique.

My dad sends me one everywhere I go.

Uh...

so, were you... were you happy here?

L.A. was a commercial for a life.

The house, the view...

The boyfriend?

Heath was a commercial,
too, yeah, for...

Getting over me.

My reasons for leaving Roswell,

they were complicated,

but the science wasn't.

Heath showed me that.

He helped me grow,

professionally and personally.

(FRUSTRATED GRUNT) Okay...

Genoryx took everything
with a scrap of science on it.

But luckily,

I have learned a thing or two from Rosa

about squirreling science away
for a rainy day.

MAX: What's wrong?

My research,

all of it... it's gone.

Do you think Genoryx
could have gotten that, too?

No, Heath.

He-he must have grabbed it for me.

B-Before it could be discovered.

He knew about this hiding spot.

Well, let's hope, uh,
Heath is as good a guy

as you make him out to be.

Call him again.

Explain that we're in L.A. and...

I've been explaining.

He's not answering.

So we got to up our game.

I got to make my case in person.

We're going to his house.

Sit.

(SIGHS)

Let's have a drink.

And do what, get me to draw a line

on the family bottle
like it's some contract

I'll leave this alien stuff be?

How many more mistakes
do I need to recount

that your father made in his life

to get you to see that that is
exactly what you should do?

When I learned my father was
part of this alien thing,

I thought it was a way
to somehow make him proud

from beyond the grave.

You see, but I've realized that...

I don't want a part of this for my dad.

Or relatives that I've never met

and their feuds with Manes men
that I never knew existed.

I want to do this
because this could be part of...

my story.

So thank you...

for showing me that
my dad was flawed enough

that I could step out of his shadow.

I understand why you want me
to make different choices,

so I am.

I choose to walk the same path,

but better than him.

Now, I don't want one of your...

cool decoder rings.

But I do want to save lives as a doctor.

I want a part of this story
that I started with Alex,

and I want a shot at doing it
free from the ghosts.

I can promise you I won't
live in the past, Tío.

And you shouldn't, either.

Yes, hi. This is Deputy Evans.

I need a cell trace on a POI.

(DOOR OPENS)

LIZ: What is the matter?

I'm a cop, Liz.

Breaking and entering
isn't really my thing.

You are also an alien,
here to grab some spores

that turn into stem cells
so that we could take down

your planet-enslaving doppelgänger.

Ooh, ooh, this is interesting.

Heath left Genoryx

two days after I did.

Must have realized he didn't need

to be working underneath
their corporate thumb.

How much do you know
about this guy, Heath?

How close were you?

This isn't the time to be
jealous about a boy I met.

I'm just saying it's possible
that he took

your one-of-a-kind
alien spores and quit,

so that, just like you, he could use

the research himself, free of Genoryx.

That grand trust speech

certainly had a short shelf life.

I trust you.

Okay? But I don't trust some guy
I have barely met

with a secret that could endanger me,

could endanger my family

and break the frickin' Internet
if it came out.

You think I would let myself be conned?

No, I think

you came out here looking for a partner,

and it could blind you.

(LAUGHS): Just because you sabotaged me

when I thought you were mine

does not mean that Heath
would take the same path.

And just because
you changed the wallpaper

doesn't mean
you've mended your blind spots.

I have learned my lessons, but you...

oh, my God, you sound an awful lot

like the guy who blew up my lab.

So forgive me, but you're
making it perfectly clear

why I felt like I had to go

and change the wallpaper.

(LOUD POP, CRACKLING)

(BEEPING NEARBY)

(CLICK)

Did you hear that?

Must have been the electronic lock.

Manual's still intact.

(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING)

(CLICKS)

Those your spores?

It's what held them.

They're gone.

(EXHALES)

I was hoping we could skip
the awkward staring and...

get to the part where we help Alex.

Let's not forget you violated
several government laws

and legally, you could
never see the sun again.

Hmm. Let's not forget that you
don't exactly have a doorbell.

And I went to Alex's house

and found out that he hasn't been there

for two days.

Alex locked away the machine

two days ago.

- He logged out of the office.
- Yes.

You're all trust-fall
with each other. I know.

But considering
he's one of the best hackers

in the world, maybe he broke protocol

to work on the machine
that has a built-in siren song.

Run a diagnostic on
the security cams in sector two.

Thanks.

(TAPPING KEYBOARD)

Oh, no. He hacked the cameras
and took the machine.

MICHAEL: Are you telling me Alex

has been exposed to the machine
for two days straight?

We need to find him.

Okay, fine. You were right.

I do have to get control over my life.

I need to figure out
what it is I'm fighting for

when all of this is said and done.
But the problem is,

I have no idea where to even start.

Okay, well...

how do you like your eggs?

What?

I like mine fried,
a little bit runny, Tabasco...

I don't know. Growing up, my mom
didn't eat breakfast, so...

neither could I.

Um, and then with Noah,

yeah, I basically had
whatever he was having,

because, you see,
I am a facsimile of a human...

Okay.

Just start with eggs.

Don't stop until you know who you are.

Mm?

Speaking of the most
important meal of the day,

how'd you take your Gregory Manes?

Too early before coffee.

Over hard.

(GASPS) Oh, my God.

Okay, well, do you want to trade

life tips for sex tips?

How flexible is your core?

- 'Cause that makes a big difference.
- Okay,

without bourbon to add to said
coffee, definitely too early.

Christian camp.

Well, at least

let me help lift the burden of your sin.

(ISOBEL GASPS)

Maria, look.

"With love from Johnny Doe

and the Lincoln Neighborhood Church."

Oh, it looks like just living
life revealed some clues, hmm?

Very righteous of you.

Ah.

- Mm-hmm.
- I will go, um,

- investigate this cross clue.
- Mm.

You live a little more life
on top of that hardboiled Greg.

Taking mine to go, Manes.

(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING)

Is that your stuff?

No, these are brain scans.

They're of a person suffering
from neurodegeneration.

Heath said his mom has Alzheimer's,

but that's not what this is.

This is a scan of a much younger person.

Hmm. So he lied to you.

One scan is hardly a grand conspiracy.

- I'm gonna see if I can...
- Shh, shh.

Someone's coming. We got to go.

NORA: Can't remember the frequency
you hit to crack this open, huh?

Confusion of numbers
is a sign of exhaustion

- and deplete mental fa...
- Enough!

I am going to get my father out of it,

just like everything else
he's ever tried to infect.

Deep down you know there
will always be some machine,

some file

keeping the two of you apart.

This machine reminds you...

you're incomplete.

I mean,

that's why you joined
Deep Sky, isn't it?

To fill the void

that your father made in you?

I spent a year cleaning up
my father's messes.

And I made sure that
not one of them touched Michael.

(PANTS)

(WIND WHOOSHES)

You fear this one's different.

I won't be bested by some ET ham radio.

Should we talk about
this being a metaphor?

We've done too much talking.

But not enough listening.

Two days ago, you might have known

what was real and what was imagined.

And I can imagine
that it would be really hard

to know what-what step

leads to solid ground and
which one leads to your death.

So I guess you're left with two truths.

Love makes you do crazy things!

(WIND BLOWING)

And worse,

your greatest fear has been actualized.

Your father's hatred

is stronger

than your capacity to love.

Alex! I got you! I got you.

(PANTING)

I always got you.

Mm. Those shoes sure
don't say Sunday morning.

(CHUCKLES)

What are you doing here?

This little trinket

was found by Roswell FD.

Their probie hadn't turned it in
to the PD for evidence yet.

What is it?

Unity Church's version of a crucifix.

On the back, it had some initials on it.

It looks like...

a "J,"

an "O" or... a "D."

"JD." (EXHALES)

Okay, sadly, my snooping
featured fewer firemen,

but I did find a lead with
someone who had those initials.

Hmm.

Good thing about snooping in a church,

sinners can walk
right through the front door.

(EXHALES)

I'm so sorry. I...

I wanted to fix this for you.

I j... I just wanted
to clear it up so that...

Yeah. We could live a normal
"picket fence" life.

Any way you slice it, Manes,

our picket-fenced yard
is gonna hold aliens.

I guess I just, I couldn't get the fear

of the rocky path we have
ahead of us out of my mind.

I spoke to Sanders about the same thing.

He said,

"You don't walk away
from a broken engine.

You find a way to make it purr again."

Mm.

Hey, um,

I'm not sure, just because of, you know,

the mass hallucinations, but, um,

when I was working on
the machine, I opened it enough

to see that a piece of tech from
Project Shepherd made it inside.

Meaning that my mom
built something for good,

and your dad figured out
a way to mess it up.

Yeah, but, I mean, but if we remove it,

then maybe we can...

find a way to make it purr.

You're here.

I'm here.

Solving a 75-year-old mystery

seems like a pretty good first date.

What did the Post-it say?

(SIGHS) Look like theories.

"The subatomic nuclei is oddly equal

to the length of the endo..."

Endoplasmic reticulum

which seems to be connected

to the porous cytoskeleton.

How do you know that?

You said it.

Tape number four.

You had just found something

next to Noah's spleen
that-that glowed when you...

poked it.

Yeah. I-I didn't just keep
your tapes, I listened to them,

as a... as a way to be closer to you.

Wait, i-if these are my notes...

Heath stole the tapes that were
hidden outside of your house.

God, I-I'm an idiot.

I was lecturing you
about how I knew better,

and the whole time,
your fears were spot-on.

Okay? He played me.

No one could have anticipated that.

But here I am at the same
crossroads again, so...

Just because we're
at that crossroads doesn't mean

we have to choose the same paths
that divided us before.

This is a second chance.

(SIGHS)

That's what I told myself

right before Jones healed my heart.

I swore that I would help Michael be...

less... Michael-like.

That I'd help Isobel find happiness.

And, well, you know, that maybe...

you and I could walk on the beach.

The road is literally right before us,

and I want to choose with you

where we go next.

(WHIRRING)

(WHIRRING STOPS)

It feels like my console.

The pieces of my console,
they want to be together,

but I can shift them.

This thing, it wants
to be closed... maybe...

maybe I can want it to be open.

(SNIFFS)

(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING)

(DEEP WHOOSH)

(TAKES DEEP BREATH, SNIFFS)

(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING)

Oh.

(PANTING)

I was always good at breaking things.

Wait, this piece of glass
isn't connected properly.

You were right.

Your dad figured out a way
to get his tech inside this thing.

If there were ever a good reason
to cut the blue wire...

(SETS WIRE CUTTERS ON TABLE)

- Okay.
- Okay.

I'm gonna use the turquoise.

You're gonna weld
the upper connector back.

- Okay.
- Go ahead.

(LOW BUZZING)

(EXHALES)

(BEEPS)

ANATSA: What are we looking for?

An invoice.

"JD" stands for a nickname, Johnny Doe.

I found that name on this giant cross

dedicated by him and the church.

I'm hoping that if we can find

an invoice, it'll give us
the real name of the man

that I want to question,
whose necklace you found.

PASTOR (IN DISTANCE): Thanks, Patty,

but I'll make the call from my office.

BOTH: Window.

(OPENING WINDOW)

(EXHALES)

Investigative reporters first.

Oh, damn it, DeLuca.

Hey, um,

do you want to get a drink
with me sometime?

- To discuss these findings?
- Oh, God, no.

No, to discuss anything else.

I'd like that.

Hi. Um...

I think that I am lost.

(CHUCKLES): That's okay.

Sometimes people are lost when
they're searching for Jesus.

Amen to that.

Actually, you know,
I'm-I'm looking to speak

to a member of your congregation.

I think I have his necklace.

It has the initials "JD" on it.

I'll, um...

I'll find him.

Thank you.

Oh, my God.

Is that Camp Mesa Pines?

Yeah. Hey, you know it?

- Yeah.
- Oh, I...

I was practically raised there.

Gosh, a really nice couple,

I had this iron cross restored for them

as a thank-you.

Yeah.

What is it?

This brain.

It's not human. I think it's actually...

(RINGING)

Iz. I found the alien
the Lockhart machine's

trying to contact... His name is Dallas.

He's a preacher at
the Lincoln Neighborhood Church.

His pod landed in the Mesa Pines Lake.

He went by the name Johnny Doe.

Wait a second.

Did you find anything

about a kid named Buckskin?

Yeah, for sure.
He was, like, his best friend.

(KNOCKING)

You wanted to see me?

Your suggestion about checking lipids

to identify the paralytic
you were injected with paid off.

We found its chemical signature

was proprietary and came
from a lab called Genoryx.

The patent is registered

to the lead geneticist who created it:

Heath Tuchman.

LIZ: You found the alien.

We found his best friend who's
been trying to save his life.

How'd you find me?

Well, I tried searching for you in L.A.

Turns out you came back to New Mexico.

Yeah, you said on the phone

this was a matter
of life and death, Max.

I find those stakes produce
the best results.

Before we discuss what I'm sure will be

- a fruitful partnership...
- (PHONE RINGING)

...there is one thing I should clear up.

I'm not Max Evans.

(RINGING CONTINUES)

(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING)

(RINGING STOPS)

'Round here...

they call me Jones.